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Marisol Ana Chval Varges
I would rather draw her, which will take time. She is a character I have had for a while and doesn't look like any actress or whatever that I have ever seen

This is me
full name: Marisol Ana Chval Vargas
nickname(s): I have gotten Marie, Marry, Mara, Ana, Mexico, and many many more. But I would really prefer Marisol.
age: 20
birthday: July 12th
sexual orientation: Straight
relationship status: Single

How I look
height: 5' 5"
weight: 140
hair color: A dark reddish blonde
eye color: Nearly black
physical description: I am a bit pear shaped, and somewhat heavy due to my lean muscle. My hair is wavy and really long, usually in a pony tail or messy bun. I have somewhat small hands and feet for my height. I also have a large burn on my back and several long faded scars, not that you will ever see them. I... guess I am sort of pretty not counting the scars. I get hit on sometimes, if that helps any.
sense of style: I wear causual clothes really, usually some dark shorts or slightly baggy jeans with a tank top and an old worn jacket. My shoe of choice is often converses or a pair of black boots. My wardrobe is quite small, with just a few pairs of jeans and shorts and several shirts. When, if ever, I do dress up, it is with some simple knee lenth dress and the same boots or converses.
look alike: What?

Who I am
likes: Fruits, dogs, reading and writing, drawing and painting, going for long runs, challenging puzzles, the beach, exploring, several running sports like Orienteering...
dislikes: raw meat or fish, ignorant people, romance novels or movies or music, gushy people, family gatherings, ticks, cities...
wishes: own a dog, paint more often, start all over again, live near a beach
fears: fire, abuse, dark rooms, shouting people
quirks: I notice a lot of small details that others do not? Does that count? I don't like to be touched either, and will move away if people come too close
personality: I am usually quiet, as I like to blend into the background. I am not really shy, and am not afraid to voice my opinions if I deem it important for someone to know. I can't say that I am all that nice, and am usually quite sarcastic and a little rude. I also have this problem with people who harm others, and often stick myself in difficult and dangerous situations to try to keep people safe.

Why I am
family: My family and I are from Argentina, my mother a third generation european/native cross and my father a visitor from the United States. I never met my father, but my mom, Ernesta, is still there. I have no siblings that I know of, nor any other living family.
best memory: Well, for a while before I came here I was employed at a small pet store in Texas. This guy would come in nearly every day and buy a bone or deer hoof for his dog and talk to me for a while about anything and everything. He was really sweet and seemed genuinely interested in knowing me. I had to leave the town because I got into some trouble, but the day before I left he confessed that he didn't own any pets at all. He had just wanted to talk to me all those times. It was... nice.
worst memory: I would... rather not say. But if I must answer, I was living four years with a man that took me from my mother and homeland. I won't go into any other details of my stay, but the worst day was probably three or four weeks after I was kidnapped. He had kept me in a small dark room beneath his house, but I could still hear people talking and walking around on the streets outside. One day I was brave enough to shout out for help. I know they heard me because everything grew really quiet. But no one ever came. I guess that is sort of a silly worst memory, considering all of the awful days I spent there, but there is something about knowing that you are truely all alone in a town full of people that terrifies me.
history: Like I said, I am from Argentina and lived there with my mom in a small broken down town until I was kidnapped at seven years old. I liked my life in Argentina, regardless of the fact that we were quite poor. Things were simpler then, happier. I never learned my kidnapper's real name, but he told me to call him Terry. I stayed there trapped in his house for about four years, escaping at 11 years old. I couldn't speak English, so the authorities didn't really know what to do with me besides put me into foster care. Time there wasn't pleasant either, and I moved from home to home frequently. It was at these various homes that I recieved the burn and scars. I did land in a few nice homes sometimes, but I was just too much to handle. Sometimes I would change homes within a week, and others it would be a month or so. I went through 23 before finally being released at eighteen. I never really recieved a proper education due to my constant swapping of schools, and there was no chance of getting into a college like that. So for the past three years I've mostly been traveling about, getting whatever job I could wrap my hands around, always searching for something better.
future plans: I don't really know what I want for the future. I would really like to stop having to move from place to place, but I cannot seem to settle anywhere.